Memories of Grandpa Victor
Viktor, as always, was up to his old tricks — he just had to come up with something to "load" me with. And here we are, our wives aren't around, we're sitting at the dacha, having completed my wife's task, and drinking beer. In the summer, with excellent fish — what could be better than cold beer, especially after a hard day's work! But no — he remembered something and is shouting at the top of his lungs! He hands me an old notebook and asks me to read it, maybe I'll get something out of it... I opened the notebook and soon forgot all about the beer!
Of course, it's Vitya's clumsy handwriting, but it's easy enough to make out. He simply wrote down the story of his beloved veteran grandfather, about his life and adventures after the war, or rather,
he copied it from his grandfather's old notebook, where the ink had faded a bit. And after the war, there were plenty of adventures in our parts too — we had to restore our own farm, build houses, and the harvest collection plan wasn't canceled! Youth and energy managed and overcame everything! And they wanted love, and just female affection, which many had grown unaccustomed to during the wartime!— ... After the war ended, there was a lot of work, we were spinning from morning till night. In our village, where I returned after demobilization, there was an MTS (Machine and Tractor Station), the Germans didn't have time to blow it up, so me, as someone with a technical-mechanical education, was immediately put in charge here — to restore this very equipment. And it was already time to send it out into the fields! And in the village, only three men were left, and they were invalids, the young guys mostly rushed to the city. And in '46 it was a hungry time, but in our village the chairman was Svetlana Mironovna, well, just a real powerhouse, so we had a good little stockpile. And we had a smokehouse, and a small sausage workshop, and we ground flour — you can't hand everything over to the collection point, we need to eat too.
Back then, only women helped me repair the equipment — a wild shortage of men. I taught one to operate a lathe, another a milling machine, so they even gave me a commendation — for excellent repairs. The village girls are all sturdy, they can change wheels and tighten nuts to the limit, and they even demand I read them lectures — about the international situation, and about family and marriage, and they ask to "clean up" in my house... But I fended them off little by little — our women are such that they'll drag you to the altar right away! After all, after the war, a man was in high demand — women offered themselves as wives and as mistresses, so you had to keep your wits about you!
But then two young girls unexpectedly attached themselves so firmly to our household — two sisters stayed over at my place just to spend the night after an urgent night repair, and then after work they boldly came to me, they immediately took care of the household — cooked, cleaned and asked me to study penmanship and mathematics with them a bit — it'll come in handy in life. But I really wanted something else too!
The girls were in their prime, one, the older one — 19 years old, the other had just turned eighteen — but these aren't city beauties, slender and airy — these are sturdy village girls, with strong hands, solid and firm. I pinched Varya's butt once, and it was like pinching a ball. Their butts are firm, springy, their cotton dresses almost burst on their chests — village girls! — they are nourished by the air itself and their cheeks are rosy! And the most amazing thing — I'm already 32, and they look at me like that! Okay, let's dot the i's... One evening, after torturing them with a dictation, for general development, I asked Polina, the older sister, point-blank:
— Polinka, my beauty, you're shy now, but you're usually very lively! What did you want to ask? Be bolder!
— Uncle Sasha (my namesake!), are you married? Or do you have someone...
I look, Varya even half-rose, and even in the weak flickering light of the kerosene lamp you can see how she flushed all over, and her chest was moving so excitingly under her dress...
— Polina, why are you asking? You probably know I'm not married! Such an unusual question!
— Uncle Sasha, we want you to take one of us as your wife. For real! We like you very much. Very much, Uncle Sasha!
— But how will you, dear girls, divide me? So I marry Polina, and what about you, Varenka-beauty?
— Can you not choose just one? We both agree with you! — now Varya flushed crimson too.
— My dear girls, what if I take both of you as my wives, won't you fight? And won't beat me up in the process
— But we're sisters! And we've already decided everything! — and both young beauties hung on my neck. They started kissing me, though clumsily, but passionately. And when they rubbed against me with their breasts, I realized — I'm done for!
After visiting the military commissariat for registration, I heard that such polygamy had started appearing in many places, there were few men, and the girls had grown up during the war. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained!
We went to the summer shower, I calmed down a bit, had dinner, I put a bottle of "Tsinandali" on the table — a gift from a daredevil from a neighboring village, whose motorcycle, and what a motorcycle — a "Zündapp", I skillfully repaired, and soon both beauties were sitting on my lap and were already asking, no, demanding — the "wedding"!
Such restless ones! Well, in for a penny, in for a pound!
— Uncle Sasha, is the first time very painful? — Varvara, after the wine, had become a bit bolder.
— Well, a lot depends on the man. What, do you want it right now?
— Uh-huh! — both howled and covered me with kisses.
Strangely enough, Varya started first — she literally threw off her sundress and pressed both my hands to her round, ball-like breasts. These firm, hot little breasts literally burned me. And here Polina is already standing half-naked and pressing her full breast to my face. I started kissing her breast, and stroking and kneading Varya's, inhaled this wonderful spicy scent of the girls' young bodies and even howled from the strong, surging desire. My head even spun, my temples pounded — but still, I barely restrained myself. Here you need to be careful and gentle, it's obvious even to a fool, but abstinence and hormones...
Need to assume a horizontal position, I think quickly and slowly laid Polina on the bed, instantly threw off my clothes and lay down next to her. Soon my back was enveloped in wonderful heat — already completely naked Varya pressed her ball-like breasts against me. And she whispers loudly in my ear:
— Come on, Uncle Sasha! Polinka first, but me too...
I put a pillow under the older one's lower back, spreading her full, long legs apart and slightly opening the flower of her lower lips, waiting for the first penetration, gathered into a beautiful bud on top. I started caressing her breast, then kissing her flat stomach, then buried myself in her full breasts, caressing them with my tongue and nibbling. Polina arched, moaned, and then her body began to relax, she bent her legs at the knees and spread them even wider. And now my stone-hard member from the rush of blood is sliding at the entrance to her womb, and now with one smooth movement, feeling slight resistance, I slid into her waiting vagina, breaking the thin hymen! And only her quiet "Ah!" — and I'm already inside my young beauty. Ah, what sweet lips she has, how she forcefully responds to my kisses!
We lay for a few minutes and soon I started moving. But with gentle movements, deep in her womb I could even feel her back wall. It was so exciting — a young girl becoming a woman! But then Polina erupted in a long, drawn-out moan, her womb began to pulsate, tightly squeezing my member, giving me indescribable pleasure — it had been so long since I'd had a woman! But then she moaned so sweetly again, and a sweet spasm shot through my whole body, then a wave of pleasure and relaxation flooded my whole body, bringing complete bliss, even a feeling of free flight came and I just blacked out, falling onto the firm, hot body of the young girl.
When I came to, I was only surprised — I'm so many years old, I've known so many women, but I never had such a feeling of sweetness and just flight. I went to the shower, we sat at the table some more, and Varya kept glancing at the bed, where a few red spots on the sheet showed what had just happened there.
— How sweet it was for me, — Polina languidly stretched. Yes, and will it be like that for Varenka too? And I want more, even though it hurts a little!
I had to explain to the young nymphets that after losing virginity you need to take a break, so that everything heals after the hymen rupture. Slightly disappointed, Polinka pushed Varya towards me, who became a bit shy and started covering her charms with her palms. But I took her in my arms and carried her to the bed, and she just laughed happily. I started caressing her swollen nipples, and then I had an idea — I started performing cunnilingus on this beauty, as our regimental doctor taught me, a big fan of sex and generally a wonderful inventor.
What times those were, and she knew so much and taught me a lot. From her, I learned with great surprise about anal sex too. Before, I didn't even know you could go "there"! Her motto was — "no breaks, even during menstruation!" So every night with this (or rather, with this) — captain of the medical service was a complete revelation for me. If our slogan-zombified political officer had found out what we were doing with her...
I raised my head and was a bit stunned — Polina was holding her sister's head and passionately kissing her on the lips. So that's how they entertained each other! But I'll caress your other lips! And soon she let out a cry, a cry of liberated passion — she had an orgasm!
— Enter me! Hurry, Uncle Sasha!
Very slowly, literally millimeter by millimeter, I began to penetrate her womb, but Varya anticipated me — jerking sharply towards me, so that I entered to the full depth at once. And my member, though not Herculean, only 12 centimeters, but it's not just about size... Varya howled and, surprising me, started moving to meet me — that's how much she wanted it! We moved towards each other, enjoying this slow, deep movement, when in her narrow womb the movement is felt from beginning to end. But then orgasm struck us both like an electric shock and we both blacked out from reality, losing track of time.
And so it is every night now, but simpler and a bit more "modest". I had to explain to these insatiable young beauties that any man is a rather weak creature, he can actually have sex once or twice a night, otherwise he might kick the bucket. I showed them something that our doctor so passionately "taught" me. Polina was categorically against anal, but blowjob... For some reason, she liked it even more than vaginal sex. Well, and Varya happily offered me her round, firm butt, clearly getting wonderful pleasure — she really liked anal, she was even proud that she now had such an intimate secret! And how these sisters, now women, walked down the village street now! You had to see it, as they say — proud and unyielding!
Officially, I married Varya, greatly surprising many, first of all both her and Polina. She just stayed living with us. Well, and Varya's daughter became the mother of this young scamp, my beloved grandson Vitya. To say, let alone tell — such a thing cannot be told to anyone, so I dedicated my thoughts to this notebook.
Closing the notebook of Vitya's grandfather's memories, I decided that this is also a portrait of that era and these memories — must definitely be published.